It takes a Village

     After the surgery, it took many "villages" to get me on my way.  The surgeon warned me to not lift anything over 10 lbs. for six weeks.  Lucky for me, my friends stepped up and I even made new friends.  It seems that when we are at are most vulnerable, people sense the need and step up.
                  Thank you!!!
     Packing up the apartment and choosing only the barest of essentials, I made my way slowly towards a new life and a new career far from home.  After a Boston winter of working nights and weekends, a change was desperately needed.
     On the plane I met Jenny, who is going to help organize an instrument drive.  Her husband, the
ophthalmologist, diagnosed my eye problem somewhere
over the Atlantic.  Probably the first mile high eye exam in ophthalmology history.
     And, who met me at the airport?  The school hospitality administrator and two  of my new students.  I asked the students what they liked to do when they weren't practicing.  They both responded, "reading and writing."  We are all excited about chamber orchestra practice tomorrow!